Family Visit Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Family visit.
Biological love is what we first experience
Walking as in a trance but everyday life takes the gloss off
Children are a nuisance, but they are us and we love them
But are helpful when we are old
...And then we discover love I mean true love a day
Without her voice even when it is hectoring and it
Invites loneliness. But the reason for this that lonely people
Think more about death and fear dying alone.... forgetting we
All die alone, no one follow us into Hades.
She has always been on my side and I have tried to be on
her side I have failed a few times, but now that we are old it
Is melted snow, the type that lingers on a tree's
North facing site in a sunken hollow.
If I have said anything I don't want to know suspicion is
a wrong emotion. So our love is based common suspicion,
Upon not talking about the past and be glad when grand
Children visit - if they are yours or not-
And when they have gone there is silence while we wait
For the man with the scythe to come knocking.